Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-10-23


looked in at the club, on the chance of
hearing some news. Nothing had hap
pened, 80 far as the club knew. The
countess position was secure; Montbarry's
resolution to be her husband was mistaken.
They Were to be married in the chapel at
Spanish place. So much the doctor dis
covered about them-and no more.
On the day of the wedding, after fee
bic struggle with himself, he actually sac
rifced his patients and their guiness and
slipped away secretly TO see the marriage.
To the end of his life be was angry with
anybody who reminded HIM of what he
had done on that day.
The wedding was strictly private. A
close carriage stood at the church door; a
few people, mostly of the lower class, and
mostly old women, were scattered about
the interior of the building. Here and
there DIR. Wybrow detected the faces of
some of his brethren of the club, attract.
ed by curiosity, like himself Fcur
persons only stood before the altar-the
bride and bridegroom aud their two wit
nesses. One of these last was a faded
looking woman, who might have been the
countess companion or maid; the other
was undoubtedly her brother, Baron
Rivar. The bridal party 1.-THE bride her
selfincluded} wore their ordinary morning
costume. Lord Montbarry, personally
viewed, was a middle aged military man
of the ordinary type; nothing in the least
remarkable distinguished him either in
face or figure. Baron Rivar, again in his
way, was another conventional representa-
tive eff well known type One sees his
finely pointed mustache, his bold eyes, his
Crisply curling hair, and his dashing car
riage of the head repeated hundreds of
times over on the boulevafds of Paris.
The only noteworthy point about him
was of the negative sort. He was not in
the least like his sister. Even the officiat-
ing priest was only harmless, humble
looking old man, who went through his
duties resignedly and felt visible rheu-
matte difficulties every time he bent his
knees. The one remarkable person, the
Countess herself, only raised her veil at the
beginning of the ceremony, and presented
nothing in her plain dress that was worth
q second look. Never, on the face of 1t,
was there less interesting and less ro-
mantle marriage than this. From
time to time the doctor glanced
round Mt the door or up at the gal
leries, vaguely anticipating the appear
ance of some protesting stranger, in pos,
session of some terrible secret, commission
ed to forbid the progress of the service.
Nothing i'll the shape of an event occurred
nothing extraordinary, nothing dramatic.
Bound fast together as man and wife, the
two disappeared. followed by their wit
nessea, TO sign the registers; and still DIR.
Wybrow waited, and still lie cherished the
obstinate hope that something worth seeing
must certainly happen yet.
The interval passed, and the married
couple, returning to the church, walked to-
gether down the nave to the door. DIR.
Wybrow drew hack rs they approached.
TO his confusion and surprise the Countess
discovered him. He heard her say TO
her husband: zone moment; see a
friend" Lord MOntbarry bowed and
waited. She stepped up to the doctor,
took his hand and wrung it hard.
He Efelt her Overpowering black eyes
looking at him through her veil. zone
step more, you see, ON the way TO the
cndw She whispered those strange words,
anu icIuIbcu W ueI nuSuanu' DeloiS TIC
doctor could recover himself and follow
her, Lord and Lady Montbarry had stepped
into their carriage, and had driven away.
Outside the church door stood the three
or four members OF the club, who, like DR..
Wybrow, had watched the ceremony out of
curiosity. Near them was the brides
brother, waiting alone. He was evidently
bent Oh seeing the man whom his sister
had spoken to, in broad daylight. His
bold eyes rested on the DOCTORS face, with
a momentary flash of suspicion in them.
The cloud suddenly cleared away; the
baron smiled with charming courtesy,
lifted his bat to his sisters friend, and
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